Wednesday, May 25, 2016


What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinished story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-three,
and the leaf is singing still.

-Mary Oliver- 

Confession and Apology to the Poet:
I took the liberty of changing 'seventy four' to 'seventy three'
for the most obvious reason.


Mo Crow said...

enjoy the leaf song, frog call, bird call, deer track, fox burrow, peace of the forest

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

we will wait here

Saskia van Herwaarden said...

see you when you get back

Velma Bolyard said...

away and be happy!

Judy Martin said...

I love that poem. xo

grace Forrest~Maestas said...'s time...Where ARE you? I've come and looked a few times...
Still Gone....